I bit on my bottom lip as I looked myself over in the mirror doing a silly little turn. I think I look normal enough which should pose a problem for as far as I can tell, Jamie won't be pleased with this outfit I've chosen. It'll be certainly hilarious to see him show up with a crop top and shorts that never did its job of keeping his thighs and bum hidden. He'd glaze his face with mascara and foundation, eyeliner and bold colour to go with contour. In other words, he'd look sexy, way better than I do right now. Tonight's gonna be a tedious work over, he'd scream my head off and then we'd spend an hour fixing me up which is something I loved about him. He brought the crazy ideas that'd shake up my world and even if I hate it, it still turned out to be fun.

"Sturdy up, my young scholar! Tonight's gonna be wild!" he says in a piercing small voice that sounded like cats ringing a bell.

I slip into comfortable sandals and turn to walk out into the hallway where he was. It's a good thing I lived alone in this neighbourhood. No family around would tolerate his high-pitched screeches. Popping the lock, I swing the door open.

"Wow, my little kitten looks each inch a miserable toddler," his gaze sweeps over my entire outfit and I groan in frustration. "It's all I've got best and it's normal."

"That's where we have a glitch sis, I want you to be everything else but normal tonight. I want you to look sexy, to put up a wild hair and twist necks whenever you walk past. No one dresses normally to a banging club!" he looks a bit irked out as he swivels me around to look more closely at my outfit. Well, he was supposed to know I'd do something stupid.

"Take a look at me," he steps back to let me run my eyes over his dress. "I dress to charm, not the other way around."

I gulp as I take in his horribly short crop top and a stringy bikini pant in the name of shorts. They latch onto his thighs, nearly engraved into skin. His hair is swept back to its full shiny length and smells a lot like dark vanilla and he's wearing makeup. Jamie has a body made for temptation, to lure innocent men into his web. He was like a well-carved doll, blessed with curves at all the right places. There's no way I'd match up with him in any fashion contest or fit in one of his crop tops.

I was skinny and tiny, a sight so shameful I was almost invisible in high school. Nothing I ever wore fitted and with time it only became worse. I had no sumptuous butt like Jamie, nor I had his charming spirit and goodness of heart to have stuck up with me for so long. The black shirt I have on at least has a wide neck with my collarbones on full display and the blue pants are already too skinny for my good.

"My shirt's got a wide neck!" I point it out to him. "It'll lure a few men. Not much but at least I'm making an effort."

"Well at least your jeans are tight enough but boy, you've got to grow some butt. Flat stuff isn't in vogue for worthy customers these days. Just saying."

My butt's enough, I tell myself mentally and pick up my glasses. "Whatever. I want to be real as possible so I'm taking this." 

"Nuh-hu hon, there's no way you're wearing sandals to follow me."

Gaping from my feet to his, I heaved a sigh. As usual, he beats my expectations. He's on gleaming gladiator heels.

"Sometimes I want to come over and burn your wardrobe. How do you ever manage to look better than me?"

"Practice baby, don't you have anything fitting for this occasion?"

I shrug, pushing back the urge to tell him my sister left her heels over. Skinny jeans were shameful enough, heels would be the death of me.

He sighed, dragged a palm down his face and stood up. "There's no time to stop by at my house. Gosh, I never knew you'd intend dressing like a spike. That'll never do. Here's a lip gloss, shake up your lips then." he thrusts the gloss irritably. It's a transparent colour with a lot of sparkles. I gape at myself on the TV screen, putting it on slowly.

"Hope you're not putting on singlets or any shirt within? You should loosen your first few buttons for quick access to your chest," he says idly.

I swung around. "What's with all these criteria? This is already crazy as it is! I'm doing no such thing!"

"No can do hot pants. You approached me to help you out and that's what I'm doing. I don't condone disagreements or disobedience. You're my little kitten tonight, meant to obey not complain."

I huff, albeit slow to pluck the first four buttons off. "Sexy enough?"

"You've got my middle finger approval."

It's not like I had such amazing skin to advertise. This idea's the worst I've ever come up with.

"What if I get shot - "

"By an icy stare!" he shrieks. "What if you get swept off your feet with just a glance?"

"That'd be nice," I admitted, chills running down my spine. "But I feel totally naked. I'm not even putting on boxers as you've instructed!"

"I know!" his heavily lined eyes gleam wickedly at me. "I can see your proud little stick down there which means it's pretty obvious what you wish for. You can't stay a virgin any longer, it's disgraceful. Much more to me."

"I still can't believe I came up with this," I mumble, crossing my arms over and stalking to the entrance door.

"Relax your horses, it's just clubbing."

"A sex club. And not just any sex club, it's a gay sex club!"

"Where you should be proud of yourself and meet potential meats who are always on the lookout to gobble anything in sight. You have nothing else to do there except enjoy yourself. Take a peek out of those walls you've surrounded yourself with. It's a shame not seeing you crave sex as much as everyone else does and I'm willing to change that,"

I wince slightly at the stabbing truth in his tone. I've rarely even brooded on the word sex before. It was never an option in my life until now.

"Alright fine, it's not like I'm going to back out now. You're here and we're going," I don't want him to view me as a prude so here's me giving this shit all the confidence I've got.

"Come on," he laughed as we exit the building.

We take a curve down the street and the more steps we take, the more faith I have in to pull myself together and get through this. "How's it that it's so close to my house and I never knew about it?"

Mid-eye roll, he pointed out. "Maybe it's because you spend practically all the hours of your life stuck indoors with a bunch of books and home videos. Since you moved here, I've never seen you stroll around or get the grocery."

"Home delivery is everything these days,"

We walk down a couple more blocks and that's when I notice the change around us. Men turned to us every second and I first thought they were kinda drawn to Jamie but a lot more of them zeroed in on me too. He stops atop a dark staircase and there are a 'Members only' calligraphy above a blue door. "You were born ready right?"

I nodded mutely, the pitch in my stomach dissolving to match his smile.

He pushed the door in a little and it opens to a blonde girl illuminated by bright neon flashes. She jammed the door close, pulling open yet another door for us to walk through. "So glad you could make it, Empress Jamie."

"You're as sweet as an apple pie Gin. Remember when I said we'd have a new guest tonight?"

"Yeah," the blonde's gaze falls on me. "You're most welcome. I can tell already he's gonna be the hot new stuff in there."

As soon as Gin bolts the door behind us, Jamie leads me down a large hallway and once we reach the end, a granite bar stood in front of us and a sea of eyes on me, all staring hungrily. Cheeks flushed, I look down, feeling stripped.